Whoopsy Daisy

for my daughters

In a great green meadow
Lives a little white flower.
Whoopsy stands small, but tall,
in the bright yellow sun
playing Peek-a-Boo with
orange bees just for fun.
Uh-oh. A little black cloud
brings a cool April shower.

Whoopsy feels blue and
cold from the rain.
Her dainty white petals
wipe the drops from her head.
The sun has returned
and the cloud has fled,
but the water has caused
her stem-dress to stain.

She could get all sad
or embarrassed and red,
but rather, she insists,
and it may seem crazy,
that sadness is silly when
you’re a beautiful Daisy.
So she chooses to be
happy and cheery instead.

“I was due for a change,”
she says as a smile she weaves.
“This new darker stem
is just what I need –
I’m all grown up now,
no longer a seed.”
So Whoopsy straightens her
petals and tucks in her leaves.

As her rosy outlook
continues to grow,
the Happy white flower
in the sea of green,
slowly bows – a
Graceful sort of lean –
right into the kiss of
a brilliant rainbow.

© Jeff Wilson, 2006